Browsing the necropolis/bone museum. Here's one with vines creeping along rib and vertebrae, grown from a seed inked on the femur years ago.
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Rustling feathers, shimmering scales, flickering fire, imitation flesh, names of lovers, friends, parents, silly messages to radiologists...
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